Sara

Sara entered my bedroom, her silhouette outlined by the dim light from the hallway. She was adorned in a set of sexy black underwear and matching panties, her young body glowing with desire. Her blonde hair was cut short, giving her an alluring and rebellious look. "Thank you for picking me tonight, sir," she said respectfully as she approached me. "I haven't been laid in months, I need this." Her words almost growled out as she eagerly tore off my clothes, one by one.

From the doorway, Tiffany watched with a mischievous giggle. "Good luck," she called out before closing the door behind her, leaving us in complete darkness.

But that didn't slow Sara down. Her naked body pressed against mine, seeking out my eager cock. "Yeeeessss," she moaned as she mounted me, her hips rocking back and forth. My senses were overwhelmed by the tightness of her pussy and the anticipation building within me.

In that moment, it was as if time had stood still for only the two of us. Our bodies moved together with a primal desire, our skin slick with sweat and our breaths ragged. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of sex, our moans blending into a symphony of pleasure.

I could feel myself nearing the edge, my body trembling with anticipation. "Slow down," I groaned, **** to prolong this ecstasy. But she shook her head, her lips parted in a silent plea for more. With each thrust, she pushed me closer to the brink.

I tried to steady my breathing, feeling a surge of pleasure building within me. "That's enough teasing," I gasped, knowing that I couldn't hold out much longer. "Mara will be pissed if I cum already."

Sara simply smiled and rocked her hips harder, her movements becoming more urgent and frantic. "Who said anything about you cumming?" she asked in a sultry tone. "I promised Tiffany I would make sure you didn't fail no nut November."

My heart sank at the mention of Tiffany. She had been the one to propose this risky arrangement, promising me a night with Sara as long as I could resist until December. But now I was regretting my decision, especially since Sara revealed she wasn't on birth control.

"Tiffany said if you chose me, I got you all night to do what I want," Sara taunted, her voice dripping with confidence. "Now buck up because I'm riding you again."

Before I could protest, she slammed down onto me with such **** that the sound echoed through the dimly lit room. Papers rustled and fluttered around us like frightened birds, trying to escape the tension brewing between us.

But it was too late. The storm had already arrived, crackling with electricity and desire. And as our bodies moved in sync, the only thing left for me to do was surrender to the tempestuous waves crashing over us.

The tension in the room was thick, every breath heavy with unspoken emotions. And then Sara's voice shattered through the stillness like a bolt of lightning, her eyes blazing with fiery determination. In that moment, I realized that she was right - we were both slaves to our own desires. Her body moved against mine with fierce urgency, riding me until my release spilled inside her.

FAILED